RORY
The heat of Carter’s eyes are like a brand on my skin from where he stares at me, on the other side of the kitchen island. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the blowjob and while there’s definitely the unmistakable look of awe on his face, there’s also something else. He almost looks unhappy, probably because when we got out of the shower, he’d been so hell-bent on eating me out, to which I’d refused, taken a proper shower and ordered us takeout instead.
He looks at me like I’ve taken his favorite thing away. It’s so unexpected, it brings a small smile to my face.
His scowl deepens and that does nothing but make my smile widen. Sometimes, I think about the Carter of before and struggle to match him with the man sitting in front of me now. We’ve come a really long way, from no
